Fairy Tail: I can receive the gods

Chapter 5 Want to add a crime
In the next five days, I didn't say anything special, as usual, I wrote and wrote after work, and the five days passed in a hurry.

Even Karl himself felt that the strange feeling before was an illusion.

After all, these dark cultists behaved perversely, and the woman Eric mentioned had never appeared on the construction site these days, and Karl gradually let go of his hanging heart.

However, things backfired...

After a day's work, Karl was lying on the straw, and he couldn't hide his excitement.

Two years, do you know how I spent these two years?

It's finally coming to an end!
Just four more hours to go...

Just when Carl was in a state of excitement, there was a crisp sound from outside the fence. This was the sound of a key opening the iron door.

Two tall, burly men walked in, and glanced at the three of them with disgust. Among them, the thin teacher wrinkled his fat nose. The humid air in the cage made him very uncomfortable.

He blinked his thin and small eyes, pointed at Carl with his thin fingers, and said, "You, come here!"

Hearing this hoarse and uncomfortable voice, Carl's heart skipped a beat.

The system shows that both of them are above level 10, and the tallest and thin instructor has even reached level 18. According to the division of the system, this already belongs to the range of combat power of mages. As far as he can see Among the people who arrived, at least the top five can be ranked.

The person in front of him is a teacher at the cadre level.

If he mastered combat magic, it would be easy to kill them.

"Hey, what are you guys going to do again!" Seeing this, Eric stepped forward a little anxiously, because every appearance of this guy in front of him would bring violence.

Tamora the Executioner, as all the children called him.

Patting Eric on the shoulder to signal him not to panic, Karl walked up to Tamora calmly and asked tentatively, "Uncle, do you need me for anything?"

"Hehe, what's the matter?"

"Don't you know yourself?" Tamora sneered, and said in a joking tone: "The group of brats in Area A have confessed you, come with us."

"Hmph, little brat who doesn't know how to praise, do you really think that we will be too tolerant to you if you can write some bad books? How dare you help them plot a defection. It seems that we are really too kind to you these days."

Another burly man snorted coldly, and tapped Carl's forehead with a whip, with a fierce look on his face.

"impossible!"

"Carl has been staying with us, and we don't know people in Area A, uncle, I can testify to this!"

Kong Nai bravely stepped forward. She had never seen this "executor" in the tower, but his bloody methods were widely spread in the Tower of Paradise. She knew very well that Karl would be tortured inhumanly if he was taken away...

"Oh? That's it..." Tamora slightly turned her sunken eyes, bent down, put her withered palm on Kongo's head, and stroked the girl's hair like a kind elder. Squeezed out a smile.

He didn't have an ugly smile, and those who didn't know him would only think that he was just a middle-aged man who couldn't be more ordinary at the moment.

But those who knew him only thought his smile was so weird and frightening.

"Since you can testify to him, you might as well go along with him."

The hoarse words came out, making one feel a chill down the spine.

Hearing this, Karl's originally dull eyes revealed a trace of sharpness at this moment, and he said softly: "Uncle, this has nothing to do with them, and there is no need to involve the two of them."

"Since you want to check whether I have planned any escape plan for them, then I will go with you."

Why take a trip, he is very clear that all this is just a crime to be imposed, and if he goes there, he will probably suffer the crime alive.

Almost instantly, he thought of the high-level cadre who suddenly appeared a few days ago, and it was obvious that the two were sent by that woman.

Facing this unknown danger, no matter how calm Carl is at the moment, he can't think of any countermeasures. Darwin's law of survival really applies in any world...

But involving his friends because of himself, he would never do such a thing anyway.

"Carl..."

Seeing this, Kong Nai also knows that all the people imprisoned in the Tower of Paradise have no so-called human rights, they have no qualifications to question and refute, and they can only choose to accept everything silently.

But watching her companions suffer with cold eyes, no one can do this kind of thing, but rationality tells her that they are weak and will only add trouble to Karl...

These so-called efforts are seen by regulators as meaningless struggles.

Only by protecting yourself can you do other things, which is what Karl taught them.

"Hey!" Eric quickly stopped in front of Carl, and said to the two dark teachers with some excitement: "You guys clearly know that this is slander, why..."

Before he finished speaking, Eric's wrist was grabbed by another slender hand.

"Eric, stop talking."

"Respect Karl's choice."

There was helplessness in the girl's words.

"Hehe, I finally have a smarter child."

Tamora smiled, glanced at the two of them lightly, and urged Karl impatiently: "It's time to go, our patience is not very good."

"Understood." Carl replied.

Hey, I was pitying others a few days ago, but now the feng shui has changed.

In this life, he lived like walking on eggshells, being extremely careful every day, but today he overturned his car.

I just hope I can get through this...

With a self-deprecating smile in his heart, he walked out of the fence under the escort of the two.

And the direction they were escorted to was the direction where the punishment room was located...

These gloomy rooms were established as a punishment for laborers who committed crimes. Of course, there are also some psychopathic supervisors who use public favoritism to satisfy their strong desire to commit violence.

The executioner Tamora in front of him is even more heavyweight.

It is said that no less than a hundred children have been trained by him...

On the long corridor, Karl walked between the two.

Painful howls could be heard from the rooms in the punishment room area from time to time, the crisp sound of the whip whipping, and the muffled sound of blunt instruments hitting the bones, which made the scalp tingle even more.

Through the small window on the door, Carl found a more familiar face.

It was a handsome young man with blue hair, and his right cheek was covered with marks one after another, as if it was a curse mark spreading from his right eye, which looked really impressive.

He was a good-looking handsome boy at first, but he has been tortured so badly at this moment, his eyes are dull, his breath is sluggish, and he looks like he has been played badly.

This man was Gerald.

In this shocking scene, Karl's left eyelid twitched slightly.

Although they have guessed it long ago, their purpose Karl has no idea after all.

Is it as simple as just pulling me over to be tortured?

There is no benefit to this.

There is no logic at all!

"What, are you starting to get scared?"

Seeing Karl's "retired" appearance, Tamora turned her head, with a hint of teasing in her cloudy eyes.

"Huh? If I say I'm afraid, can you let me go back?"

Carl withdrew his gaze and said casually.

"We have arrived."

Tamora ignored Carl's nonsense, stopped, and in front of him was an iron door that looked thick.

He tapped the iron gate in front of him lightly with his finger, and a small magic circle instantly appeared on his finger.

In an instant, the door opened, and the oncoming humid air was mixed with a disgusting sour and rancid smell.

"You are lucky. This punishment room is different from other vulgar rooms. I have carefully arranged it..."

As if returning to her cozy nest, Tamora took a deep breath of the pungent breath, and her eyes seemed to shine.

There was only one oil lamp burning alone in the room.

Following the dim light, you can see some blood, dry bones, and undigested vomit that is hard to see.

All this visual impact makes Karl feel that his san value is continuously declining.

Before Karl could recover, the big man beside Tamora had already grabbed his armpit, lifted it, and quickly locked him on the wooden torture rack covered with old blood.

"Thank you, my faithful assistant."

Tamora glanced at it and waved her hand: "But you'd better wait outside for the time being, lest some little devils who don't know the heights of heaven and earth spoil my interest."

Hearing these words, the man breathed a sigh of relief, quickly exited the room, and locked the door.

This moody guy doesn't even want to get along with him as a colleague, and his brutal nature is rare even in this paradise tower.

"Okay, unlucky little guy, no one will bother us now."

Tamora walked slowly towards the torture rack, tapping lightly on the metal torture tools on the torture rack with her skinny fingers.

This old pervert seems to have some kind of selective disorder, and seems to be very entangled in choosing a certain torture tool.

"This old pervert actually plays psychological torture..."

However, his move played into Carl's arms.

"Okay, you can choose slowly, and wait until twelve o'clock in the morning when your old pervert's head will fall to the ground."

Coincidentally, the first one used him to try the so-called receiving magic.

"Huh, suddenly you don't seem to be afraid at all?" Seeing Carl's calm appearance as usual, this guy didn't even resist at first.

This surprised Tamora.

Never in his career had he seen a child so calm in this room.

"Uh..." Karl tried his best to pretend to be frightened when he heard this, and said, "Actually, I'm just not good at expressing my emotions."

Hearing this, Tamora in front of her seemed to be interested.

"Then let me cure this problem for you."

As he spoke, a cruel smile flashed across Tamora's face.

He picked up a slender steel nail, and then the magic power surged on his finger, and with a bang, it shot towards Karl's palm.

呲!
The steel nail pierced the flesh, and the blood flowed down like a stream.

Heartbreaking pain struck, and Karl's eyes couldn't help but suddenly opened angrily. The severe pain made his pupils tremble uncontrollably.

Although he was mentally prepared, it was obvious that he underestimated the means of these black mages.

At this moment, the steel nail stuck in the space between the metacarpal bones did not stop advancing.

I saw the magic circle in front of Tamora's fingers flashing faint purple light, slowly rotating, and at the same time, the steel nail that had sunk into the flesh and blood in Karl's palm also slowly drilled forward with the rotation of the magic circle.

This slow torture is even more scalp-numbing.

The child on the torture rack couldn't help but clenched his teeth tightly, his eyes were about to split open, and there was a ferocious look on his originally expressionless face.

boom!
The steel nail finally penetrated Karl's not-so-thick palm, and nailed it hard into the wooden torture frame behind him.

"Haha, the treatment effect is good."

"What, don't you have a lot of expressions on your face?"

At this moment, Tamora didn't have half of the demeanor of the elder before, and laughed wildly like a mental patient.

"Huh...huh..."

Panting heavily, Carl felt his mind was blank for just a moment.

pain!
It's not just the pain of steel nails piercing flesh and blood!
There is also the pain that pulls the bones when the strange energy penetrates the body.

It was as if a small knife was scraping fiercely on his palm bone!

Is this magic...

"Yes, yes!"

"That's the expression!"

Tamora seemed to be very satisfied with the hatred revealed in these eyes, and shouted wantonly.

However, he always felt that something was missing. The child in front of him was still too calm and lacked the pleasure of being bullied. He said with some dissatisfaction, "Hey, why don't you just stare?"

"For example, sooner or later they will kill me, chop me up and feed them to the dogs..."

"Hey, talk, little bastard!"

After Tamora finished speaking, she beckoned, and steel nails floated in the air one after another, piercing towards the rest of Karl's limbs.

boom! boom! boom!
Following three explosions, the limbs were completely nailed to the torture frame, the palms and calves were all nailed, plus the limbs were locked by shackles, and right now he couldn't even make a fist.

Even so, Karl still bit the bullet and kept silent.

Best not to pique the old pervert's interest right now...

Thinking this way in his heart, with the arrogant look of the old pervert reflected in his eyes, the countdown in Carl's heart has already started to turn.

The old pervert in front of him obviously didn't know that his life was only three hours away.

(End of this chapter)